You see me quite often, But don’t really care. If you pass by me, You’ll often stop and stare.
I can’t speak or see, But don’t think me as useless, Because no matter what, I always tell the truth.
What am I?
Mirror, or Your Mum
I’m really blue, but when you see me I’m red. You don’t see me too often. I’m there for you if you’re hurt, but I’m good for you. What am I?
You can have me But cannot Hold me, Gain Me and Quickly lose me, If Treated with Care I can be Great, And if Betrayed I will Break, What am I ?
I'm small and sometimes worthless. I sit there and look at you as you pass me by. I cannot move but I wish I could. If I'm found, it's a good thing but only if I can see you. What am I?
When you stop and look, you can always see me; if you try to touch you can't touch me; I can't move, but as you near me, I will move away from you. What am I?
